At work, one of my coworkers dropped his 2-week notice like a hot potato. On his “last” day, we threw a potluck. I whipped up some basmati rice jazzed up with saffron. But as the clock ticked, Mr. 2-weeks turned from confident to “I’ve-made-a-huge-mistake” vibes. After his “final” exit interview, he popped back, saying he was staying. Rumor has it, he gave his 2 weeks notice expecting a counter-offer from HR, but management served him a reality check instead and called his bluff. Maybe it was the master's degree he just attained that made him think he was worth more, or maybe he stayed because he just didn't get enough of my rice!